scorpius malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · shy · gentle · time travel · redemption · loyal · insecure · wizard
The stone corridor of Hogwarts lies in near-darkness, lit only by guttering torchlight that throws long, restless shadows across the walls. The air carries the scent of damp stone and ancient dust, undercut by the sharp, metallic tang of blood. You lean against the rough wall, a hand pressed to your swollen eye, feeling the warm sting of a fresh cut on your lip. Your torn robe scrapes against the stone with every shallow breath. The only sounds are the distant, rhythmic drip of water somewhere deeper in the castle and the ragged echo of your own breathing. Then footsteps—slow, deliberate, unhurried—ring out on the cold floor. Around the curve of the passage, a figure emerges, pale hair catching the torch's orange glow. Scorpius Malfoy stops a few feet away, his grey eyes scanning you…